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“Me too,” Asher concurs.
“Two on two.” I wink and grab Bray. “It’s you and me, babe.”
“I’m not giving my brothers head.” Bray gags, making us all laugh.
“Come on, moron, you can all watch me dance and pretend you’re not thinking about stroking your cocks while you do,” I taunt and drag them after me.
* * *
I leave the boys at a small table to the side of the stage and head to the dressing room. It’s bustling with girls getting ready for tonight. It’s going to be busy, that’s for sure. Lexi and Allegra are there, and they rush over as I sit at a brand-new dressing table—I’m thankful Serina replaced it without even asking.
“I’m so glad you’re back!” Lexi squeals and hugs me. “It’s not been the same without you.”
“Yeah, no one pranked Sam in two whole days, it was almost quiet.” Allegra snorts and hugs me too. “Happy to have you back, babe. No one entertains us like you.”
Lexi smacks her but smiles sweetly at me. “We are doing the red set tonight, your favourite, so get ready, babe.”
Their excitement is infectious, and I smile and hurry to get ready as I laugh and joke with them. We dance and sing along to the music we can hear thumping from the club as the audience waits for the show. My heart flips in happiness as Allegra grabs Lexi and dips her as we continue to sing and dance. The rest of the girls cheer us on or join in, and when they hurry to get dressed, I do what I usually do—prank Sam. It’s something that started when I accidentally stole her lipstick when I first began, and her reaction had everyone laughing.
This time, I add a butt plug I bought just for this to her glitter before hurrying back to pull up my fishnets. Allegra sees and snorts as she shimmies into her leather corset dress. Her heels are impressively high. My own are only five inches, easier to dance in, but hers must be nearly eight.
My outfit is a similar style, but it’s half a corset top that frames a sparkling tight shirt tucked into a tiny leather skirt which flares as I spin, showing off my long legs and tattoos. I add some high, leather booted heels, and the outfit is almost complete bar the hat and bright red lipstick. Staring in the mirror, I feel more like myself.
He can’t take this away from me.
He ruined Blair, the scared schoolgirl.
He can’t destroy Blair, the burlesque dancer and Crew.
He might be older, might still want the same things, but I certainly fucking don’t. I’m older, wiser, darker, and a whole lot stronger, so let him come for me. I’ll be waiting, and this time, I won’t just stand idly by, waiting for others to save me.
No, this time this bitch will save herself.
With my red lips and narrowed eyes, I look nothing like the scared little girl who walked out of the barn that night. No, standing here is a stronger motherfucking survivor. He created me, the girl who races cars, who dances scantily clothed, and who revels in chaos and pain and anger. Now, it’s time he faced that.
Allegra leans in next to me, Lexi doing the same on my other side. “You look incredible,” she says.
“You look badass,” Allegra corrects. “Come on, babe, it’s time.”
“It’s time,” I repeat, and with one last look at all three of us crowded in the mirror, I realise something. I was never looking for a family, but I was lucky enough to find not one, but two. My burlesque family and Crew. I guess life has a way of giving you what you need when you least expect it or want it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be surviving this now without them—okay, that’s a lie. I would survive it, but I wouldn’t be okay.
They make it okay.
They support me, love me, and protect me.
And I’ll do the same for them all.
I go out and dance like he is watching, even though I know he logically can’t be. But with each move, I show him the new me—my strength, my determination, and my new life that he won’t take from me. Dance after dance, I perform my heart out, raw, passionate, and truthful, with my family on stage and my other watching, cheering me on from the sidelines.
After my fourth dance, it’s time for a quick break, so I slip out of the dressing room and to their table, dropping into Bray’s lap as he holds me, letting me feel his hard cock.
“Fuck, Darling, that was incredible.”
“I’ll never grow tired of watching you dance. The way you move, like water across the stage, so fluid and perfect…” Asher blinks and smiles. “It’s so sexy.”
I look at Cyrus who simply runs his hungry eyes across my body until I shiver.
“Glad you’re enjoying it. We have five dancers to—”
